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Saturday, June 04, 2005

Silliness

My toddler gives me an excuse to be silly.
The other day, she giggled as I let her teddy bear drive my car. Okay--not really. But, I did position "Bear-Bear" on the steering wheel so that it looked like he was watching the road and steering the car. Everytime I took a left or right turn, around and around and upside down went "Bear-Bear". It was a simple attempt to amuse my four-year-old, but I laughed, too--and so did my teenage daughter.
I'd forgotten how little children find the simplest things silly. They giggle over chasing bubbles and singing nonsense songs like "Wibbly-Wobbly-Woo" or saying funny words like "popsicle" or "heffalump."
Life is not yet serious business for Christa. It's more important to laugh when Pooh Bear talks about "rumblies in his tummy" or shriek with glee when Daddy throws her high-higher-higher.
Christa always invites the family to join in the fun. We bundle up in coats and boots and go sledding because Christa wants to give it a try. We smile and treasure the sound of her laughter floating back up to us as she swooshes down the bumpy, snow covered hill. We brave the pandemonium of Chuck E. Cheese's and laugh as she experiences the kiddie rides and dances along when it's showtime.
Silliness. It seems like a lost art in my grown up world. Christa reminds me sometimes I take life a bit too seriously.

6 Comments:

At 8:20 AM, Blogger Chris Buckingham said...

What a vivid reminder of when our son, Peter, was four. HeT was still "Binker" in those days. The moment he had emerged, ruddy and squawling from my emergency cesearean, my husband christened him: "Binker's what I call him, he's a secret all my own" from a favorite poem from the favorite book of his own childhood, Now we are six, by AA Milne.
When Binker went off to preschool he announced that he was no longer to be called Binker, he was to be called Peter, his given name. When he renounced that family nickname, we all shed some of our silliness. Is that how we must grow up -- by little losses?

 
At 12:29 PM, Blogger Shannon Jones said...

I am in the middle of the sillies with my 2.5 year old, Gabe, and his younger brother of 7 months, Colby. I have to say that I have a tendency to be the see and live in the more serious side of life; my Aunt Sandy says I was born 35. Having my boys encourages me to be just as silly as they are and enjoy life through their eyes. Their laughs and smiles are infectious making the World just that much better.

 
At 4:42 PM, Blogger Jeanne Takenaka said...

What a great reality check. As we are in the throes of potty training our two year old, our 11 month old loves to follow us into the bathroom and conquer Mount Toilet at the same time. There are times when it is easy to be consumed with tasks. I am reminded of the need to just enjoy my boys' silliness, playing with them, laughing with them and tickling them to their hearts' content.... and mine.

 
At 8:01 AM, Blogger Caron Juday said...

I loved hearing about the silliness ^_^. I think as adults we forget to just let life be life in simplicity. Silliness is the best way to get through any day. I know from my own experience.. that you never outgrow being silly. Sometimes it takes seeing life through the eyes of a child to be reminded of just that :) I love this Vogt !!

 
At 8:01 AM, Blogger Caron Juday said...

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At 12:27 PM, Anonymous Christie Moore said...

There is not a sound in the entire world that can make my heart soar like the sound of my 1 year old giggling and laughing. Whatever the cause; tickles from dad, a funny noise from mom, or the sight of a mini bagel when he's hungry, it is simply the best.

 

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